Composition

And it takes more time than I’ve ever had;
drains the life from me — makes me want to forget.
As young as I was, I felt older back then; more disciplined, stronger and certain.
But I was scared to death of eternity;
I was saved by grace but destroyed by naivety,
and I lied to myself and said it was for the best.

And now faith is replaced with a logic so cold.
I’ve disregarded what I was, now that I’m older.
And I know much more than I did back then —
but the more I learn, the more I can’t understand.

And I’ve become content with this life that I lead,
where I drink too much and don’t believe in much of anything,
and I lie to myself and say it’s for the best.